1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 143 Crazy Readers
"Teacher Xie Mian's evaluation is quite high."

After reading this review, Cheng Kaiyan was certain that the Peking University professor had indeed realized the richer and deeper meaning of "Love Letter".

Love, or secret love, is indeed the most important theme of this book.

But how should people deal with the beautiful memories and their transience? Should they indulge in the goodness of the past or stride forward into the future? This philosophical topic is also within the scope of discussion.

From the perspective of the character of Hiroko, the romantic love between her and Nanshu is a story worth remembering after her lover's death, but it is also a shackle that makes her stagnate and unable to embrace the future.

"After reading Mr. Xie's comments, I regretted not reading it in advance."

Jiang Ting put her arms on the desk, supported her chin with one hand, looked quietly at the person in front of her, and said softly.

"You can watch it if you want."

Cheng Kaiyan put down the newspaper and said casually.

In fact, women are always fickle, and he is no longer surprised.

I guess Zhao Ruixue, who said she didn't want to watch it that day like her, should have finished watching it by now.

"I can't buy it! Do you think I haven't been to the bookstore? Nowadays, young people line up as soon as a new book is released. Many people even queue up all night long."

The woman in front of him gave him a touching roll of the eyes. The dissatisfaction in her eyes formed a sharp contrast with her cold expression.

The reality is just as Jiang Ting said. Many people buy People's Literature, and it is difficult to buy.

What's more, it also published the new book of Cheng Kaiyan, a talented person who has been rising like a morning star in the literary world in recent times. His new book is even a novel on the theme of love.

This is tantamount to a powerful combination and double expectations.

As time goes by, books are gradually added to the shelves.

More readers bought the novel and read it one after another, and reviews from all over the country were published like mushrooms after rain.

This heavy snow of "Love Letter" did not only fall in Beijing, but also gradually spread to the entire country.

When people who have just entered the early spring season open the cover and see the words in the novel that are as fresh as snow, as delicate as silk, and beautiful.

There is no doubt that the undercurrent-like power contained in the text instantly takes people into a world of snow and sunshine.

Shu Ting, a female poet living on Gulangyu Island, commented in the Xiamen Evening News: "As a poet, I am very sensitive to words. When I first saw Cheng Kaiyan's work "Submarine at Night", I already appreciated his delicate and imaginative words.

These two days, I have read Teacher Cheng's new work "Love Letter" again. The words are as delicate and vivid as ever, but what I care more about is the rhythm hidden in the words. It flows gently in the words, and through many poetic details, it has aroused emotional resonance in many people.

Snow, bicycles, school uniforms, libraries, curtains, and not-too-hot sunshine.

The innocence, dreams, impulses and regrets of youth are all given poetic descriptions, allowing readers to find their own shadows in memories and feel a deep attachment to the past.

Apart from the pure and beautiful crush, what impressed me most was whether Nanshu's love for Hiroko was because of his love for Onnashu or was it really love at first sight?

However, as the story progresses, the heroine Hiroko follows the footsteps of her fiancée during his youth and has a conversation with him across the air and a soul-to-soul exchange.

I think she must have made up for her regrets. After recalling the perfect past, she picked herself up and moved towards the future.

All of this, whether it was the lover who had passed away many years ago and was buried in the dust of time, or this bizarre and touching correspondence, was like light snow melting under the cover of the sun, turning into something warmer, and she let it go. "

Hiroko's past melted away like snow, and she was relieved as well.

The same is true for readers. This love letter is like snow falling in their hearts.

Then the sun came out, and everything melted like ice and snow, seeping into the soil and penetrating into people's hearts.

But that regrettable, implicit and beautiful secret love made everyone tremble and made people unable to let go for a long time.

The sadness of the beauty gone and the memories of the deceased accumulate in my heart, just like a volcano gathering strength and preparing to erupt.

Because in such a reserved, ignorant and innocent age, countless people have experienced a secret love that ended without any result in their youth.

Because of going to the countryside, because of parents' work transfer to the south for the Third Front construction, or because of transferring schools and leaving the city, because of going to the countryside to join the army, because of timidity, these factors led to the unexpressed secret love, and at this moment, this love letter dedicated to everyone evokes memories in people's hearts.

"Alas... When I was fourteen or fifteen, there was a girl in the factory yard. She always wore a floral dress and stood under a locust tree to enjoy the cool air. Her two white arms were exposed, and her body exuded the fragrance of soap. She was very clean. But later her parents left here because of job changes... Now I want to write a letter to her and ask if she is okay?"

"I once had a sincere love, but I ended up hurting her heart because of a misunderstanding... She would fill me with hot water in the winter and ask me to walk to work with her every morning, but she actually had a bicycle at home. It turned out that all of this was her way of expressing her love...

Secret love, haha...it's really slow to realize it."

"Now I just want to write a letter to ask her if she is okay. I just hope she is doing well. That's enough."

When some people recall the past, they feel regretful and beat their chests and stamp their feet.

"Let it go? How can you let it go? The beauty of the past is like an illusory dream, beautiful but fragile. Its existence reminds you all the time. Are you really happy now? Are you with the person you really like?"

Some people couldn't help but sneer when they saw Shu Ting's comments about letting go.

"Love that is not expressed is usually not very strong..."

“But it’s long enough.”

"Hehe...yes, it's so long that it takes a lifetime to forget."

More and more people began to discuss "Love Letter" and love openly in the streets.

Following closely behind were comments from major newspapers and literary review magazines. Heavyweight newspapers and magazines such as "Wenyi Bao", "Xiamen Evening News", "Beijing Evening News", "Yangtze River Daily", and "Xinmin Evening News" all made comments.

Such a simple and pure love story, even if someone wants to criticize it, they will still be moved after reading it.

This love letter from the north, like a heavy snowfall, swept across the country in an instant.

Amid the flying snowflakes, the discussion continues.

In this spring when everything comes back to life, the seed of love seems to be sprouting in people's hearts, prompting people to take spontaneous actions and do seemingly meaningless things.

……

A factory compound somewhere.

A young man plucked up his courage and knocked on the door of this small courtyard that had long been forgotten in his memory.

"Aunt Wang!"

"You are Baoqiang, right? Oh, you've grown so big! You haven't been back for a long time, come in, come in."

"No need. Do you remember the girl in our compound who always sat under the tree in a floral dress to enjoy the cool air? Do you know where she went?"

"You mean Lily? It's been almost ten years, who can remember their home address. But speaking of Lily, I do remember that she once left a bottle of paper cranes here with our Xiaoyu. It seemed that it was for you, but you were in the countryside at that time. Do you want to take a look?"

"Thousand Paper Cranes?"

The young man followed the aunt into the house. There was a glass bottle with a cap that had already turned yellow and moldy. The bottle was filled with thousands of paper cranes of different colors. The word "Bao Qiang" was written on the bottle with a marker.

His heart trembled, and he opened the bottle cap while suppressing the bitterness. These paper cranes of different colors were all made of candy wrappers. He turned over and fell on the bed. The paper cranes were scattered all over the floor. He then opened one and found his name written on it.

There was also a note among the thousand paper cranes, with an address written on it: Tianming Candy Factory Staff Compound, XX Road, XX City.

At this moment he could no longer hold back his tears.

……

"I want to write a letter to that person, and the content of the letter is how are you?" "I'm fine!"

Driven by their inner throbbing, many people sent such a letter to the person who once did not have the courage to send a letter.

Or maybe it’s a love letter.

Send it to the past, to the future, and to the person in my heart who has never said those three words.

So, led by one person, people whose hearts were burned by love letters sent out letter after letter.

The snow-white letters are like snowflakes, sent to various places by the postman's hard work.

"Su Baili! There's a letter for you!"

One cold morning, the postman knocked on a house's door.

"coming!"

A nice girl's voice came, she took the letter and saw the strange yet familiar name on the envelope, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Inside was a letter that read, "How are you?"

"I'm very good."

……

Jiangcheng University Library.

"Student, is there a book called Remembrance of Things Past in our school library?"

A few girls came over and asked with blushing faces.

"I'm sorry, students. Our school only has ten copies of this book, and they have all been borrowed. But I'm curious why you all came to borrow this book?"

The librarian asked curiously, saying that in recent days people often came to the front desk to inquire about the whereabouts of a book called "Remembrance of Things Past".

In fact, she is also a student of Jiangcheng University and works part-time in the library to earn a living.

"Because it is a book given by the hero to the heroine in a love letter. It represents deep and implicit love."

A girl said with a blushing face, perhaps she was shy when talking about love.

"Love letter? Was it written by Comrade Cheng Kaiyan?"

The librarian suddenly realized that she had often heard this person's name in recent days.

After sending this group of students off, the administrator began to deal with the library cards on the desks, but the moment she picked up the pen, she became annoyed and puffed up her pretty face with baby fat.

Because all the library cards have a name called Chen Hansheng, all of them are his name.

"How annoying! Why is his name on all the library cards?"

"What's wrong? Chuchu?"

Her roommate came over and saw her cute puffed up face showing anger, and asked with amusement in her heart.

"Look! They're all named after this person, and they're all books that no one reads."

The administrator pointed and said.

"Haha! Haven't you read Love Letter? This Chen Hansheng must have a crush on you, because this game of writing names all over the library card comes from Love Letter, and the name is Fujii Tornado!"

The roommate glanced down and explained with a smile.

"You have a crush on me?! Why is this happening? Don't scare me!"

The administrator was so scared that her face turned pale. She didn't care about any secret love. She wanted to study hard, find a good job at home and take care of her mother-in-law.

At this time, the teacher in charge of the library came over, patted the two on the shoulders gently and said, "Chu Chu, you two should go back and rest early today. There will be a group of new people coming to the library in a few days. You must teach them well then. It's really strange that there are always students asking what kind of librarian they want to be."

"It seems to be because of the love letter, right?"

The roommate said with a smile, marveling at the influence of Cheng Kaiyan's love letter among college students.

Letters were sent in droves to all corners of the world;
the much-loved “Remembrance of Things Past”;
Fujii games popular in libraries;

The job of librarian also seems to be shrouded in a light pink, romantic aura and is sought after.

Everything comes from those two words: love.

Because of love, I won’t be sad easily.

So everything looks happy.

Because of love, growth is simple.

I can still be crazy for you at any time...

Crazy!

That's right, it's madness. After being suppressed to the extreme, suddenly relaxing a little will soon lead to the most extreme madness!
After the reform and opening up, after the revival of all things, and driven by love letters, young people burst into unimaginable madness, just for the word love.

Love is the eternal and most enduring theme in literature, and it is also the most beautiful thing in human nature.

As the instigator of all this, Cheng Kaiyan was naturally affected at this time.

But just like the center of a storm is always much quieter than the edge of the storm.

To Cheng Kaiyan, these false reputations are nothing but a little bit of wind and frost.

These days, Jiang Yong, a teacher from the school newspaper, found him and wanted to do an interview with him, which was published in the school newspaper of Beijing Normal University and attracted the attention of students.

But now, another trouble has come.

"Teacher Cheng, can you please help us?"

Cheng Kaiyan was standing at the door, his arm held by a girl, looking at everyone with a confused look on his face.

"The drama tour is going to start next month, and we had no choice but to find you!"

"The most important thing is that this matter concerns the reputation of our Beijing Normal University. The drama clubs of Peking University and Tsinghua University will also be performing on the same stage with us!"

"Please, Teacher Xiao Cheng, consider the overall situation. Woohoo, Teacher Xiao Cheng is so great."

At this moment, Cheng Kaiyan was sitting in a small room in the library, feeling restless.

The good location that was finally found was immediately found by someone.

According to their self-introduction, these are members of Beijing Normal University Drama Club and Northern Drama Club.

In the crowd, several familiar girls were standing behind them with their heads down. They were Zhao Ruixue, Ji Qinglan, Zhang Chun, and Yang Mengshan.

"It turns out that a traitor betrayed my information. How could they be found hiding here?"

Cheng Kaiyan held his forehead helplessly.

(End of this chapter)